Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.